On the last Friday before Christmas, I shut down my computer, left the pager on the desk, turned the "out of office" on and headed through the door, making my way to the airport headed for Chesterfield Inlet.
It appears upon arrival I may be somewhat warmer than other parts of the United States.
Merry Christmas Chickybabes.
I'm sitting at Atlanta International Airport, - one of the largest and businest airports in the world. People coming and going and moving between places. While waiting for my flight, the gentlemen who was sitting beside me gets up. He has four or five seats covered with luggage, childrens toys, and a stroller. He wants to go to the restroom and asks me to look after his lugagge.
"I'm not supervising your luggage."
The guys walks off. Where is the rest of his family? Who has the children associated with the stroller and toys? I'm not your minder of luggage. And shame on you for asking.
The airport overhead speaker annouces "Keep control of you baggage. Do not allow anyone to have control of your baggage."
After the divorce when I was out with my daughters, then a single Father, I had to rely on myself to do all the tasks associated with raising children. When we travelled I made sure we travlled as a group and accompanied the girls everywhere - except into ladies restrooms.
Was it difficult? Absolutely. There were times when I wished I had female companion to assist the girls, but, I didn't...and I had to look after our own luggage.
I would not have wanted anyone to supervise my luggage.
See Something, Say Something.
I called the Department of Homeland Security to supervise their luggage.
People are stupid.
